BIANCA

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO A VERY BRAVE GIRL WHO TOUCHED THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE WHO KNEW HER

BIANCA SARAH HARTNETT

1982-1999

I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HER FOR HER BIG CHEESY GRIN AND BIANCAS WORDS

"LIFE'S BATTLES DON'T ALWAYS GO

TO THE STRONGER OR FASTER MAN,

BUT SOONER OR LATER THE MAN WHO WINS

IS THE ONE WHO THINKS HE CAN."

MEMORIES

WRITTEN BY BIANCA

REMEMBER THE TIMES,

WHEN A SUMMER'S DAY LASTED A YEAR,

AND NO ONE SHED A TEAR.

BIRDS SING CONSTANTLY IN THE LITTLE BLOSSOM TREE,

THE TREE NEAR OUR GARDEN

SINGING ESPECIALLY FOR ME.

 

DO YOU REMEMBER THAT SUMMER'S DAY?

CAN YOU FEEL THE WARMTH AGAINST YOUR SKIN?

DO YOU HEAR THE BIRDS SINGING SOFTLY IN YOUR EAR?

WELL LISTEN HARDER, LISTEN HARDER, HEAR, HEAR.

 

YOU SEE ME IN THE PHOTO, WITH MY BIG CHEESY GRIN,

I RE-LIVED THAT DAY, OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

A PICTURE OF A MEMORY,

I'LL STAY THERE FOREVER, ON THAT HOT SUMMER'S DAY

WITH CLOSE FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

LIVE

WRITTEN BY BIANCA

A MESSAGE I MUST PASS TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

LIVE FOR THE MOMENT, LIVE ALL YOU CAN.

 

FEEL THE WARMTH OF THE SUN,

BREATHE IN FRESH AIR.

SING A SONG TO THE WIND,

LET IT DANCE ROUND YOU HAIR.

 

SMELL FLOWERS IN THE GARDEN,

LET GRASS TICKLE YOUR FEET.

RUN RIOT IN A RAINSTORM,

MAKE LIFE FUN.

 

DON’T SIT AND MOPE,

IT'S NOT WHAT I WANT TO SEE.

DON'T LIVE WITH THE GUILT,

BUT LIVE, FOR ME!

 

LEAVE FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND,

LET THE WAVES HEAR YOU LAUGH.

THERE'S NO LAW FOR BEING SERIOUS,

ITS BEST TO BE DAFT.

 

IF THE GOING GETS TOUGH BECAUSE

YOU THINK I AM FAR AWAY.

WELL DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING,

I'M BY YOUR SIDE RIGHT NOW… MY DARLINGS.

 

BIANCA LOST HER 4 YEAR FIGHT AGAINST CANCER IN JAN 1999. SHE NEVER LOST HER WONDERFUL PERSONALITY, AND CONCERN FOR OTHERS, SHE WAS A CARING CONSIDERATE AND PASSIONATE PERSON, AND NEVER DESERVED WHAT SHE WENT THROUGH. BUT SHE HAD THE BEST OF CARE POSSIBLE FROM HER MUM CAROL AND DAD ALAN

WHEN GOD CALLS ANGELS TO DWELL WITH HIM ABOVE.

WE MORTALS SOMETIMES QUESTION THE WISDOM OF HIS LOVE.

FOR NO HEARTACHE COMPARES WITH THE DEATH OF A CHILD.

ESPECIALLY ONE SO MEEK AND MILD.

BIANCA HE CALLED YOU TO HIS FOLD.

HE PICKED YOUR ROSEBUD BEFORE YOU GREW OLD.

GOD KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING.

HE TAKES BUT A FEW.

TO MAKE THE LAND OF HEAVEN,

MORE BEAUTIFUL TO VIEW.

 

 

 GOODNIGHT GODBLESS SWEATHEART LOVE DAWN ROB ROBERT AND KEVIN

 

 

Kip Crawford's Tribute, and Gift to Bianca and her Family.

Kip just viewed the page, he is from Everett Nr Seatle and has never met Bianca, he didn't know any of us.

But felt it was the right thing to do.

Thank you, Kip from all of us.

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